Volume 91, Issue 77
Friday, February 13, 1998
chumping for joy
|ARTS AND ENTERTAINMENT
Inside the Rooster
Write Off Records
Welcome to the '90s. Sure, it's 1998, but apparently not everyone realizes this era is almost over. With their release of Inside The Rooster, Montreal-based Fidget is one of the latest bands to enter what's progressively becoming more of a generic genre: rock.
After listening to the album once, one can't help but be swept away by an overwhelming sense of ambivalence. That's it. No emotional response. No joy, no anger, no despair. However, this Seinfeldian sense of nothingness is preferable to the frustration one feels after listening to the album again. Where is this band going? Even its members don't seem to know.
There are really two dichotomies of sound on the album. Some songs are upbeat and reminiscent of the Presidents of the USA. These are the best tracks on an otherwise forgettable album. "Boy" is actually distinct from the sound of every other struggling band in the industry. However, other songs are merely manifestations of typical post-Nirvana angst-ridden rock.
In "Blue Shirt," lead singer Steve Burliuk croons, "What is your plan for the future?/ I said my plan is to wear my blue shirt." Pretty clever, huh? In more talented hands, this could be considered poetic. But as sung by Fidget, it seems contrived. Seriously, future and shirt don't even rhyme. No band has been this lyrically inept since Steve Miller decided El Paso and hassle rhymed in "Take the Money and Run."
Fidget is a band in search of an identity. The upbeat tracks show some evidence of talent, without sounding like Prozac patients wrote them. Unfortunately, these songs are few and far between on Inside The Rooster, creating a confused-sounding album. Memo to the band: You can't sit on the fence forever. Pick a side and go with it.
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